What a day.

My sister Dawn phoned early this morning and left a message that I should come up to the hospital, that mom was under respiratory distress.


I left work, and headed here.

Mama is not coming back home. Not to her earthly home. It is a feeling I can not describe. I put my hand on mama's head and told her I loved her. She opened her eyes and told me she loved me too, and closed her eyes again. Again that was a feeling that can not be described. It is good to tell someone you love them, even though they know.

I've solved the parking dilemma that typically occurs at a hospital. I now carry a stethoscope in my car. I park in the Emergency Doctors only parking spot right at the front door of the hospital. I put the stethoscope around my neck and go running in the front door.

I hung out here for the morning. Dawn told me I should go for awhile and she would keep the watch.

So, I went home and got on a bike, felt numb, rode like the wind, rode hard. The harder I rode, the harder I wanted to ride. I felt empowered. I had to tell the skinnie bike we are not riding here, your a pavement rider.

So now I sit in room 317 at Mercy Hospital. Thinking of things. Wondering. Realizing life is a gift, and a blessing and taking anything for granted, shouldn't be.
Over and out.
Dave